Happy Thanksgiving


Hey folks! I know I have skipped the past two Wednesdays with writing prompts, but I promise to address that tomorrow. For today…

Tell me what you are thankful for? What kind of traditions do you celebrate every year for thanksgiving?

I am currently at work…yay. I actually volunteered to work all day. I get to close the store at 4 and head home to the good stuff!

What I am thankful for?

– My family for always having my back no matter what. My mom and my brother are my best friends and my dad…well, he’s my daddy. Lol At times I feel like the only friends I have are the people I live with, and I know I can trust them.

-My job. It may drive me crazy at times, but I enjoy having a job and I enjoy doing my job most days.

-My Pixel Pixel. If I didn’t have her I would freeze to death at night and wake up with panic attacks. I wouldn’t have that one happy little critter that just goes crazy when I get home.

– My car! I haven’t had very many reliable vehicles in my life, but this car, I think she is here for the long haul. I should give her a name some day.

-Again my family. Just because without them I would be so alone in this world. I would be homeless too. Lol And it’s so nice to come home to a good meal on days I have to work late. I really need to do more to show how much I appreciate them.

-My health. I may not be 100 percent with ankle issues and PCOS, but I am able to get out of bed every day and do everything for myself.

-This year! I feel like I have grown so much this year. And I am grateful/thankful that I have been allowed to grow and learn.

Tell me what you are thankful for?

Have a wonderful and safe Thanksgiving friends.

Do the Nano


Hey folks! How is your Nano writing going? Well? Have you fallen behind? Not going to make it?

You know, we all get so wrapped up in the word count that sometimes we lack in quality. We also get tired and sometimes lose the joy of writing. Did you know that it’s okay to not get that 50,000 word count in a month? It’s a way to push ourselves, to help us find our creative nitch. But it’s not a mandatory goal. Don’t forget to enjoy the story you are writing!

With that being said, I hit 41,000 words last night. Which means I am right on track, but!!! Isn’t there always a but? The novel that I am rewriting is over 70,000 words. And I have added to the story, trying to add more detail and show more then tell. So while I am on track to finish 50,000 words this month, I may not be finishing this rewrite in 30 days. But I’m okay with that because through all of this I did find my passion for writing again. It has also helped calm my rage moments and I’m not as depressed.

I truly am one of those writers that doesn’t just WANT to write, I am also a writer that NEEDS to write.

Tell me, how is Nano going for you?

What Are You Reading?


Ugh, I leave for a week and come back to WordPress changing everything. I hate when they change stuff around, they give you just enough time to get used to everything and then BOOM! Everything changes. It’s annoying really.

Anyways, sorry for being away for a week. I needed to rethink some things. I think I am getting burnt out on blogging, or just tired of lacking direction. I had actually considered shutting this blog down and starting a new one, but I don’t want to lose what few followers I have now.

I realize that I haven’t done a “What are you reading?” post in a few weeks, but it’s because I was stuck on the same book. I took me way to long to get through it! But I have finally moved on!

Moving on to what you all came here for!

I am currently only reading one book. Shocker I know!

It’s A Mad Zombie Party by Gena Showalter


Let me tell you, this is the last book in the White Rabbit Chronicles and I am so in love with it. I have flown through every single book like it was nothing. They are just so good! It’s like the perfect balance of action, story, and romance. And we all know that romance is what really drives me to read faster. I don’t know why, I guess it’s because I lack romance in my own life. Where there is a love story, you best believe Heather will be there!

If you have not read any of the White Rabbit Cronicles by Gena Showalter, I suggest you take some time out and do it now. I love it so much!

Tell me, what are you reading?

Friday 13th!!

Short post for today. It’s Friday 13th! I can’t tell you how much I love Friday 13th. It’s my favorite days of the years. Seriously, at the beginning of every year I will see ch for all the Friday 13ths. Lol

Anyways, Happy Friday 13th!


NanoWriMo Update

Week 2

Love this quote so much! Seriously, the reason I started writing stories was because I wanted to be someone I wasn’t. It helped me escape. And now I find that when I don’t write I am in such a grumpy mood. I haven’t been writing much before NanoWriMo…or much this year at all. It’s really sad really. But since I have been writing this month I have seen a drastic change in my attitude and its awesome!

Anyways, I know what you are really here for. You want to know where I am with my goals. Well…here you have it!

Day 1: 0
Day 2: 816
Day 3: 1598
Day 4: 1937
Day 5: 4469
Day 6: 3002
Day 7: 3840
Day 8: 2482
Day 9: 0
Day 10: 4044
Day 11: 2744

Total to Date: 24932

I have learned a few things already. One being that I am happier when I write. The second being that once you have written that first draft it is so much easier to rewrite the entire novel again. Even if you had 72,000 words in the first draft.

I have been putting off re-writing this novel because it was just so much. But I have a 72,000 word outline that I am using to write this novel. The first time around was fleshing out everything. Now, I can throw in things that will hint at things to come because I know exactly what is to come.

This has been a great experience. Last year I made it to the 50,000 word goal, but I never finished the story I was working on. I don’t even remember what it was that I was working on. This time I have a story that has been in my head for years, I have a rough draft, and I am using this month to make it better and get back into writing.

I have let one of my dreams slip through my fingers. I will not let my dream to write slip through my fingers too. I needed this boost to get me out of my slump and back on my feet.

How are you doing with the NanoWriMo?

Writing Prompt 9-2: Disappearance

November prompt

Hello folks. Miss me? I know I have been a little absent lately. I am doing some thinking about my blog. I want to make some changes, maybe possibly move to a new blog space. I’m not sure yet. I may just need to make a set schedule I can keep up with here. Things would be better if work wasn’t so crazy.

Any ways, let’s get to what you really came here for today. The writing prompt!

November Prompt Quote

5 Nerd Girl Rating

9-2 Disappearance

Some days it’s harder to get out of bed than others. Some days all I can do is lay there and think about all that I have lost. People keep telling me that there is so much more to find then what I have lost. But when you have lost your entire family, what point is there to life?

Some days I listen to my phone ring and ring all day. I don’t want to answer it, I am tired of people trying to make me feel better. I don’t want to feel better. I want to process this sadness. This dark hole has taken over everything that I am. I don’t even want to remember the good times I had with my family because it only makes things worse. I am alone in the world now, because they all left me. Maybe things would have been better if I knew what happened to them, but they just disappeared. One day they were here and life was great. The next day, they were gone and all I had were questions.

The police found blood and lots of it. My parents home had been trashed. Where was I when it all happened? I was at work. I was always at work, because that is what I did. I wanted so bad to get out of my parents house. I wanted my own place, my own space. I didn’t hate my family, not even in the slightest. I loved them very much, but I still wanted my own place. I felt like I was never going to grow up if I stayed under their roof, like if I didn’t leave home I would never accomplish my dreams. So I worked hard at a crappy job, instead of working hard to get a better job. I wish I had been smarter. I wish I had enjoyed my family more. Even when I was home I was locked away in my room, reading my books, or talking to my friends online.

Now, they are all gone and now I realize how much I loved them. They were my best friends. They were the only people in the world that understood me, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I am lost, broken, useless. Before long I will lose my apartment. I finally got my own place, just to lose it because I can’t make myself go to work. I’m sure one of the phone calls I received today was my boss firing me. I can’t remember when I was at work last…I have no idea how much time has passed. My friends online think that I have died. Only a few know that I am still alive and they all know that it is only a matter of time before I disappear too. None of them care enough to come save me.

All I have left are a few family videos that I saved and some pictures. I couldn’t hold on to much more than that. Sometimes I watch the old videos. I know them all by heart now. Days like today, I play them on repeat. It’s almost like they are here with me again. I watch myself in the recording, blowing out the candles of my last birthday cake. But then I notice something different. My mother, who was recording the video, steps in front of the camera, blocking me blowing out the candles. My mom was always a picture of perfection. Her hair was perfect and her clothes always clean and neat. But in this video, she was not clean and perfect. Her hair stuck out in places, her skin was dirty, and her clothes were torn.

I shook my head trying to clear my mind. I was just seeing things. She stares into the camera and a tear strolls down her face. I move to sit in front of the television and put my hand to the screen. My mother’s hand comes up and sits where my hand is. I jerk back, holding back a scream.

“Naomi,” My mother says from the television. “I am so glad to see you safe.”

“Mom?” I move closer to the television. “Is that you?”

“Yes, sweetie.” She says smiling. “You can hear me.” She laughed. It was the laugh of reliefe and joy all at the same time.

“Where are you?” I ask. “You all left me behind. You just disappeared.” I cried to the television.

“We were taken.” She said. She looked off to the side and her eyes grew wide. “Naomi, we need you to save us. Only you can. There is only one person that can help you. He has been calling you, trying to tell you what happened to us.” My mother talks faster. “Pick up your phone Naomi!” She shouts before the video cuts out, my mother’s replaced with static.

“Mom!” I shouted at the television. I grabbed the remote to rewind the tape, but before I could rewind the tape my phone rang. I jumped and stared at the phone sitting on the table. I rang again. I picked it up and answered. “Hello?”

“Thank God!” A voice said on the other side of the line.

“Eli?” I ask.

“Yes. Naomi, you should really pick up your phone when friends call.” Eli said. He was an online friend, one of the two online friends that actually had my real phone number.

“What do you want?” I asked, frantic.

“Your family isn’t dead.” He said. I gasped and stared at the static on the television. “Naomi, you can save them.” He said.

“How?” I asked. I don’t know where my family is, who took them, or what kind of fire I am about to walk into, but I will get my family back. No one takes away my life line and expects to get away with it.

Plus Mustache

Let me know what you think.

P.S. Tomorrow I will have an update on my NanoWriMo journey!

Friday Inspiration


Hello nerds!

I know I have been bad at this. I have been forgetting to blog or just too tired to do it. But today I’m feeling good. My ankle may finally be on the mend and I’m learning to stand up for myself. Also, I have been writing a lot and that always makes me feel better.

Now I can share my good mood with the world!






Okay people. Let’s go out into the world and spread a little joy. Good vibes! Happy Friday friends!

Writing Prompt 9-1: All For Love

November prompt

Hello Nerds!

It is that time again. Time for a new short story. Better yet, it’s time for a whole new prompt to get us through the month of November. So…here is the prompt for this month!

November Prompt Quote

My mom drew this one from the jar this month. I’m pretty excited about it. Hopefully I can make things a little less dark. But all my short stories have been coming out super dark lately. Not sure why. This first one is a little…twisted, so maybe next week.

I hope you enjoy!

5 Nerd Girl Rating

9-1 All For Love

Justin was waiting in the hotel room. He hadn’t slept in three days, too much had happened, too many people had died. Now he was stuck hiding in a hotel room. The hotel was run down and disgusting. When he had turned on the lights of the room he saw the roaches skittering into their hiding spots and a rat was still staring at him from around the corner of the dingy bathroom. He could feel his skin crawling from the dirt and grime, but it was the only place that didn’t ask for an I.D. The cops were after him, even after he told them that someone was following him.

He swore to the cops that he wasn’t the one killing the people he loved. Someone was tracking him down, killing anyone and everyone that he cared for. Lillian was the only one left, the only one that believed him. She was on her way to the hotel now, she was brining the surveillance footage from his home, where the killings had started. His little sister, Scarlett was the first victim. Scarlett got on his nerves and they were always fussing over something, but that is what siblings do. He would never wish such a horrible fate for her, not even on their worst days.

He felt the tears sliding down his face. He couldn’t figure out who he had angered to the point of killing everyone around him. The only reason Lillian had survived so long is because no one knew they were talking. She didn’t want anyone to know about her and Justin. She said her family would be disappointed. Justin was just grateful to have her in his life, especially now.

Justin lay back on the filthy bed. The smell was awful. It smelled of urine and a metallic scent that reminded him of blood. He was too tired to care. His eyes closed and he tried not to inhale too deeply, the scent of the room was making him ill. He could feel himself drifting off into sleep. A much needed sleep.

A knock at the door jerked Justin awake and made his heart race. He jumped up from the bed, causing himself to get a little dizzy as the blood rushed from his head. He stumbled to the door and opened, not thinking to look before he opened the door. Fortunate for him, it was just Lillian.

“Justin!” Lillian gasped, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back and pulled her into the room, quickly closing the door behind them. “I am so glad you are okay.” She said, pulling away from him. “I have the tape.”

“Good, we can get to the bottom of this.” He said, taking the video and placing it into the T.V.s VCR. I sat on the bed and watched the video, Lillian stood beside me, her hand resting on my shoulder.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” She told him. “We should just get rid of this video.”

“What are you talking about?” Justin asked. “This is the only thing that will clear my name. I didn’t kill those people. Why would I kill my sister?”

“Justin, I need you to understand that I love you.” She said. Justin stared at her. She had never told him she loved him. Of course, now was not the greatest time to discuss their feelings for one another. “Whatever happens, I will always love you.”

“Lillian, you know I love you, but why are you bringing this up now?” He looked at the T.V. waiting for the moments before Scarlett was killed. “You don’t believe me?”

“No, I believe you.” She said, sitting beside him on the bed and taking his hand. “It’s just, things may get a little complicated from here.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just watch.” She said, nodding her head to the T.V. Justin saw Scarlett walk in to the house. He watched her walk through the house. The screen had been separated into 6 smaller screens to show all the cameras. He saw himself walk through the front door a few seconds later. His heart dropped as he realized he was in the house when Scarlett was killed. He grabbed his chest, pained that he could have saved his little sister.

Scarlett was in the kitchen, making a sandwich. He saw something or someone standing in the corner. It was just an outline of a person, standing in the corner of the kitchen, watching Scarlett. He noticed the knife in the man’s hand. “I don’t think I can watch this.” Justin said, trying to turn away.

“You have to.” Lillian said. Justin continued to watch. The knife moved. The person lunged at Scarlett. There was no sound to the video, but he could see Scarlett scream. He could almost hear it in his head.

“How did I not hear her scream?” Justin said, talking to himself.

“You did hear it.” Lillian said. Justin shook his head. She wasn’t making any sense. He watched closer, hoping the killer would face the camera. His sister lay in the floor bleeding out, the killer stood over her. His shoulders were moving up and down, as if he were laughing. The killer grabbed the sandwich and turned to the camera before turning back to stand over the body again.

“No.” Justin said, clasping his hand over his mouth. That wasn’t how it happened. He had come from his room and into the kitchen. He had made a sandwich and then discovered his sister’s body. He had been in his room. “I came home and went straight to my room to change clothes.” He said to himself.

“I’m sorry Justin.” Lillian said. “You had to do it.”

“What?” He said, still trying to wrap his mind around the video. “I didn’t kill her.”

“That’s not what the video says.” Lillian comforted him. “You had to do it.” She said again.

“Why?” He asked, turning to face her. “Why did I have to kill my sister? My mother? My step-father?” He clawed at his face. “Why did I have to kill my whole family?” He asked as he stood from the bed.

“So we could be together.” Lillian said. “It was beautiful.” She smiled at him. “You did this for me.” She pulled out a necklace with a doll tied to the end.

“Is that a voodoo doll?” Justin asked.

“Yes, it’s a doll with your hair. I couldn’t convince you to leave your family, so I had to get rid of them. You did it for love.”

“Did what for love? Kill my whole family so I can go to jail?” He yelled at her. “I’m going to go to jail for life!” He shouted.

“No you won’t.” She said, walking closer to Justin. “I am going to save you. We will run away and no one will ever find us. They never found me.”

“What did you do?” Justin asked, backing away from the mad woman he thought he loved.

“I had to kill my family too. They were never going to let me go.”

“No.” Justin ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. “You are crazy!” He shouted through the door.

“Please, Justin. I did this for us. Now  there is no one holding us back.”

Justin broke the mirror above the sink, picking the sharpest sliver of broken glass and ran it across his throat. He wasn’t going to go to jail and he wasn’t going anywhere with the crazy woman who had tricked him. The door slammed open.

“No!” Lillian screamed. “Why, Justin? Do you not love me?” Justin could no longer speak. He shook his head and closed his eyes. “Stupid boy.” Lillian said, leaving the bathroom. She grabbed the video tape and left the hotel room. Tears streamed down her face. Another love gone wrong. She couldn’t figure out what she was doing to cause this. They all seemed to love her, but they wouldn’t kill for her. She was going to be single forever at this rate.

Plus Mustache

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week 1

Last year I participated in NanoWriMo and blogged everyday of November about my process and things that inspired me to continue writing. I don’t have the time for that this year. But I am still participating. Why?

I have fallen from my dream. I have let work and other life things get in the way. Mainly my obsession with wanting to lose weight and then there is the whole “I wish I had a boyfriend” thing. I have let my dream fall behind the couch and I am ashamed that I have not written much in a long time. Sure, I have my weekly short story, but let’s face it, 1000 words or less a week is not the way of a writer. I have missed writing. But it just feels so daunting now. I have seen what others have written. I have seen the hard work and the amazing results. I have let my own doubts get in the way.

This month I will play the NanoWriMo game and I will come back to the top of my writing world. One day I will publish my novel or two…or you know, be the female Stephen King…I dream big!

I am cheating a little this year though. I am using this month to rewrite my first novel. The one I keep telling everyone I am going to make better and end up…letting it collect dust in my files. I am finally going to sit down and finish this sucker once and for all. Then next month I will rewrite the second book. And January I will write the third. Then I will find a good editor to help me polish them all and start sending out to agents and publishers. I have to make this happen because it is the one thing that I know I want in my life. It is the only thing that has not changed since I was in high school. I grew up telling people stories, why stop now?